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Frontispiece — {Page 6) 


MAKE BELIEVE STORIES 

(Trademark Registered) 

THE STORY OF A 

MONKEY 
ON A STICK 

BY 

LAURA LEE HOPE 

Author of “The Story of a Sawdust Doll,” “The Story 
OF A White Rocking Horse,” “The Bobbsey Twins 
Series,” “The Bunny Brown Series,” “The 
Six Little Bunkers Series,” Etc. 

illustrated by 

HARRY L. SMITH 


NEW YORK 

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PUBLISHEKS 


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WHITE ROCKING HORSE 
LAMB ON WHEELS 
BOLD TIN SOLDIER 
CANDY RABBIT 
MONKEY ON A STICK 
CALICO CLOWN 




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THE BOBRSEY 
THE BOBBSEY 
THE BOBBSEY 
THE BOBBSEY 
THE BOBBSEY 
THE BOBBSEY 
THE BOBBSEY 
THE BOBBSEY 
THE BOBBSEY 
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IN THE COUNTRY 
AT THE SEASHORE 
AT SCHOOL 
AT SNOW LODGE 
ON A HOUSEBOAT 
AT MEADOW BROOK 
AT HOME 
IN A GREAT CITY 
ON BLUEBERRY 


TWINS ON THE DEEP BLUE 


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IN WASHINGTON 
IN THE GREAT WEST 


THE BUNNY BROWN SERIES 


THE SIX LITTLE BUNKERS SERIES 


THE OUTDOOR GIRLS SERIES 


Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York 


Copyright, 1920, by Grosset & Dunlap 


The Story of A Monkey on a Stick 


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CONTENTS 


CHAPTER 


PAGE 

I. 

A Stkange Awakening . 

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II. 

The Monkey at School . 

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III. 

The Janitor’s House . . 

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IV. 

A Queer Ride .... 

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V. 

Monkeyshines .... 

50 

VI. 

In a Cave 

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VII. 

Out in the Rain . . . 

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VIII. 

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Monkey in a Tent . . . 

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THE STORY OF A 
MONKEY ON A STICK 


CHAPTER I 

A STRANGE AWAKENING 

The Monkey on a Stick opened his 
eyes and looked around. That is he tried 
to look around; but all he could see, on 
all sides of him, was pasteboard box. He 
was lying on his back, with his hands and 
feet clasped around the stick, up which 
he had climbed so often. 

^‘Well, this is very strange,’’ said the 
Monkey on a Stick, as he rubbed his nose 
with one hand, ^Very strange indeed! 
[Why should I wake up here, when last 
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2 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


night I went to sleep in the toy store ? 1] 
can’t understand this at all!” 

Once more he looked about him. He 
surely was inside a pasteboard box. He 
could see the cover of it over his head as 
he lay on his back, and he could see one 
side of the box toward his left hand, while 
another side of the box was at his right 
hand. 

‘‘And,” said the Monkey on a Stick, 
speaking to himself, as he often did, “I 
suppose the bottom of the pasteboard box 
is under me. I must be lying on that.’^ 

He unclasped the toes of his left foot 
from the stick and banged his foot down 
two or three times. 

“Yes, there’s pasteboard all around 
me,” said the Monkey. “This surely is 
very strange! I wonder if the Calico 
Clown has been up to any of his tricks ? 
Maybe he thinks I’m a riddle, and he’s 


A STRANGE AWAKENING 3 


going to tell it to the Elephant from the 
Noah’s Ark, or else make a joke of me 
to the Jumping J ack. I haven’t been shut 
up in a box before — not since the time 
Santa Claus brought me from his work- 
shop at the North Pole. I wonder what 
this means?” 

The Monkey raised his head and banged 
it on the box cover. 

‘^Oh, my cocoanut!” cried the Monkey, 
for that is what he sometimes called his 
head. ‘^My poor cocoanut!” he went on, 
as he put up his hand. wonder if I 
raised a big lump on my cocoanut!” 

But his head seemed to be all right, and, 
taking care not to bang himself again, the 
Monkey began pushing on the box cover. 
It was not heavy, and he slowly raised it 
until he could look out. 

As I have told you in the other books of 
this series, the Monkey on a Stick, and 


4 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


the other toys as well, could move about 
and talk, when they kept to certain rules. 
You may find out what those rules were 
by looking in the other books. 

The Monkey on a Stick looked out from 
beneath the cover of the box, and what he 
saw surprised him almost as much as he 
had been startled when he found paste- 
board on all sides of him. For the Monkey 
saw that he was in the room of a strange 
house, and not in the big toy department 
of the store where he had lived for so long 
a time. 

say!’’ chattered the Monkey to him- 
self, there is something wrong here. 
They must have given me paregoric to 
make me sleep, and then have put me in 
a box and carted me down to some other 
part of the store. I’m sure the Calico 
Clown must Have had a Hand in this. He 
and his jokes and riddles about what 


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makes more noise than a pig under a gate I 
I’ll fix him when I get out of here !” 

The Monkey raised the box cover higher 
and began to call : 

‘‘Hi there, Calico Clown 1 what do you 
mean by shutting me up in a pasteboard 
box? What’s the joke? Come on, Mr. 
Elephant from Noah’s Arkl Come and 
help me out ! Ho, J ack-Jump I Hi, Jack- 
Box I Where are you all? I don’t see 
any of youl” 

For, as he looked around the room, from 
under the cover of the box, the Monkey 
saw not a sign of his former friends. 

“This is stranger and stranger,’^ he 
murmured. “I say I” he cried aloud 
again, “isn’t any one here?” 

“Yes, I’m here,” answered a voice 
which, the Monkey knew at once, came 
from a toy like himself. “What’s the 
trouble?” this voice went on. “Why are 


B A MONKEY ON A STICK 


you making such a fuss? Who are you, 
anyhow?^’ 

a Monkey on a Stick/ ^ answered 
the toy chap in, the box. ‘^And who are 
you ? I seem to know your voice. Where 
are you?” 

‘‘Here I am,” came the answer. 

The Monkey raised the box cover higher, 
and then he cried : 

“Why, bless my tail! The Candy Rab- 
bit ! Well, of all things I Oh, I’m so glad 
to see you! How are you?” and the 
Monkey jumped out of his box, and, lay- 
ing down his stick, ran across the table 
and shook paws with a beautiful Candy 
Rabbit, who had a pink nose and pink 
glass eyes. The Rabbit was on the table, 
and the Monkey saw that his pasteboard 
box was there likewise. 

“lam quite well, thank you,” answered 
the Candy Rabbit, as he waved his big 


A STRANGE AWAKENING 7 


ears to and fro. ‘‘And I am glad to see 
you — very glad! I knew there was some 
kind of toy in that box, but I did not know 
it was you. I haven ^t seen you since we 
lived in the toy store together, with the 
Sawdust Doll, the Lamb on Wheels, the 
Bold Tin Soldier, the Calico Clown and 
the White Rocking Horse.” 

“Yes, and don’t forget the two Jacks,” 
went on the Monkey on a Stick, “the 
Jumping Jack and the Jack in the Box. 
Then there was the Elephant who tried to 
race on roller skates with the White 
Rocking Horse.” 

“I’m not forgetting them,” answered 
the Rabbit. 

“But listen!” exclaimed the Monkey. 
“Can you tell me this? I went to sleep 
in the toy store, and I woke up here — ^in 
a house, I guess it is — ^in a pasteboard box 
on a table set with dishes.” 


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*‘Tes, this is a house/^ said the Candy 
Rabbit. live here with a little girl 
named Madeline. There is also a boy 
named Herbert here. And these really are 
dishes on the table. It is the breakfast 
table, and soon the children will be down 
to eat.’’ 

‘‘But what am I doing here ?” asked the 
Monkey in great surprise. “I can’t 
imderstand it ! Why am I here ? I went 
to sleep in the store, and I woke up on a 
breakfast table. Can this be a trick or a 
riddle of the Calico Clown’s ? Is he going 
to ask what is more surprised than a 
Monkey on a Stick at the breakfast table, 
as he asks what makes more noise than a 
pig under a gate ?” 

“No, I think the Calico Clown had noth- 
ing to do with your being here,” said the 
Candy Rabbit with a smile. 

“Then who did?” asked the Monkey. 


A STRANGE AWAKENING S 


‘‘Herbert. A boy who lives here with 
his sister Madeline/^ went on the Rabbit. 

“Dear me! this is getting more and 
more riddly-like and jokey,’^ said the 
Monkey. “I don’t imderstand it at all! 
Why am I not in the store where I be- 
long?” 

“Because you don’t belong there any 
more,” cried the Candy Rabbit. “You 
were bought for the boy Herbert, and you 
are here at his breakfast plate as a sur- 
prise.” 

“Well, he isn’t going to be any more 
surprised than I am,” chattered the 
Monkey. “I don’t seem to understand 
this at all. How did I get here?” 

“I imagine that, after you went to sleep 
in the store last night, one of the clerks 
at the toy counter put you in the paste- 
board box, wrapped you up and sent you 
here.” 


10 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


‘‘I see how it happened/’ said the 
Monkey. went to sleep in the store 
yesterday afternoon. I had been up late 
the night before, as we toys were having 
some fun. I was trying to guess a riddle 
the Calico Clown asked. It was how do 
the seeds get inside the apple when there 
aren’t any holes in the skin. I was think- 
ing of that riddle, and it kept me up quite 
late the night before.” ^ 

‘‘Did you think of the answer?” 

“No, I didn’t,” said the Monkey; “any 
more than I can think of the answer to 
the Clown’s riddle of what makes more 
noise than a ” 

“Hush ! Here come Madeline and Her- 
bert to breakfast I” suddenly whispered 
the Rabbit. “Back to your box as quick 
as you can. We toys are not allowed to 
move about by ourselves when any one 
sees us, you know.” 


A STRANGE AWAKENING 11 


*‘Tes, I know!^^ chattered the Monkey. 
Nimbly he sprang back to his box, and 
clasped the stick, up and down which he 
climbed when a string was pulled. As he 
pulled the box cover down over his head 
he heard the joyous shouts and laughter 
of two children as they ran into the room. 

‘‘Happy birthday, Herbert!’’ called 
Madeline. “Look and see what Daddy 
bought for you yesterday ! ’ ’ 

When Herbert had the cover off the box 
and had looked at the Monkey on a Stick 
lying there with a funny grin on his face, 
the boy smiled and cried : 

“Oh, it’s a Climbing Monkey! Oh, this 
is just what I wanted! Oh, now I can 
have a show and a circus and I’ll ask Dick 
to come and bring his Rocking Horse, and 
Arnold can come and bring his Bold Tin 
Soldier, and we’ll have lots of fun. Oh, 
look at my Monkey climb his stick!” 


12 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


Herbert took bis new birthday toy from 
the box, and, by pulling the string, made 
the Monkey go up and down as fast as 
anything. Madeline picked up her Candy 
Rabbit, and though that Bunny said noth- 
ing, he could see all that went on. 

‘‘Oh, this is a dandy Monkey!’’ cried 
Herbert. “I can give a show with him!” 

While the little boy was making the 
funny chap go up and down the stick, the 
door of the breakfast room opened and 


some one came in. 


CHAPTER II 


THE MONKEY AT SCHOOL 

‘‘Well, children, why aren’t you eat- 
ing breakfast?” a voice asked, and Her- 
bert, turning around, saw his mother. 
The Monkey on a Stick, who, if he could 
not talk or do any tricks just then, could 
use his eyes, saw a pleasant-faced lady en- 
tering the room. She was smiling at 
Madeline, who had her Candy Rabbit in 
her hands, and at Herbert. 

“Oh, look. Mother, what I found at my 
plate!” exclaimed Herbert, and he pulled 
the string, and made the Monkey run up 
and down the stick. “It’s my birthday 
present!” 


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14 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


‘^Yes, Daddy said he was going to get 
you something/’ said Mother. ^‘It came 
from the store late yesterday afternoon, 
and I put it away, and had it laid at your 
breakfast place this morning. Do you 
like it?” 

^‘Oh, it’s dandy I” exclaimed Herbert, 
love it I” 

The children sat down and had an 
orange and some oatmeal and a glass of 
milk and a roll with golden yellow butter 
on it. But of course the Monkey and the 
Candy Rabbit had nothing to eat. They 
did not want anything. Being toys, you 
see, they did not have to eat. Though, at 
times, they could eat certain things if 
they wished. 

Madeline kept her Candy Rabbit near 
her plate. All of a sudden, as the little 
girl was eating, she dropped her spoon in 
her oatmeal dish, and a drop of milk spat- 


THE MONKEY AT SCHOOL 15 

tered into the glass eye of the Candy Rab- 
bit. 

^^Oh, look what you did!’’ exclaimed 
Herbert, who saw what had happened. 
‘‘You’ll blind your Rabbit.” 

“Oh, my poor Rabbit!” said Madeline, 
and, with her napkin, she carefully wiped 
the drop of milk out of the Rabbit’s eye. 
And the Bunny never even blinked. 
That’s what it is to be a Candy Rabbit, and 
have glass eyes. Not all of us are as lucky 
as that, are we ? 

A little later Herbert dropped a piece 
of his buttered roll. It fell near the 
Monkey, who was lying on the table near 
the breakfast plate of the little boy. Some 
of the butter from the roll stuck to the 
stick which the Monkey climbed up and 
down. 

“Now look what you did, Herbert!” 
said Madeline. “You’ll make the stick so 


16 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


slippery with butter that the Monkey may 

fallofie/’ 

^‘Come, children/^ called Mother, as she 
again entered the room. ‘ ‘ You must finish 
your breakfast and go to school. Put 
your Monkey back in the box, Herbert. 
Don’t be late for school.” 

‘^No’m, we won’t!” promised the 
brother and sister. 

A little later they were on their way, 
walking side by side on the path that led 
to the red school house down by the white 
bridge. Madeline looked at her brother 
curiously as they came near the building 
where they studied their lessons. 

‘‘Have you got your books under your 
coat, Herbert?” asked Madeline. 

“No, I haven’t my books,” he said. 

“Well, what have you?” asked Made- 
line. “You have something, for I can see 
a lump. What is it?” 


THE MONKEY AT SCHOOL 17 


Before Herbert could answer, if he had 
wanted to, the bell rang and the two chil- 
dren, and some others who were straggling 
along, had to run so they would not be 
late. Then, for a time, Madeline for- 
got what it was her brother was bringing 
to school under his coat. 

Just before recess, his teacher, looking 
down toward Herbert, sitting near Dick 
and Arnold, called out : 

What have you there, Herbert ? What 
are you showing to the other boys under 
your desk?^’ 

^Ht — ^it’s a Monkey !’' answered Made- 
line’s brother. 

‘‘A monkeyV^ exclaimed the teacher. 

^‘Tes. It’s my birthday Monkey,” 
went on the little boy. 

‘ ^ Oh ! A birthday monkey 1 ’ ’ the teacher 
said again. think I had better call the 
janitor and have him take care of your 


18 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


monkey for you,’^ and she started toward 
the door. 

^‘Oh, no ’ml He isn’t a live monkey,” 
said Herbert. ‘‘He’s just a toy one, on a 
stick.” 

“Herbert, you may bring me that 
Monkey,” the teacher said, and Herbert, 
very red in the face, walked up to the 
platform on which stood his teacher’s 
desk. In his hand Herbert carried his 
Monkey on a Stick. 

“Where did you get this?” his teacher 
asked, as she took the toy from Herbert 
and laid it on top of her desk. 

“I got it for my birthday,” he an- 
swered. ‘ ‘ This morning. ’ ’ 

“But why did you bring it to school?” 
went on the teacher. “You are nearly 
always a good boy. Why did you bring 
your Monkey to school, Herbert?” 

“Oh, I — I just wanted to show him to 


THE MONKEY AT SCHOOL 19 


Arnold and Dick,’^ was the answer. 
^‘We^re going to have a show, and mv 
Monkey is going to be in it. I brought him 
to school under my coat I’’ 

‘ ‘ Oh I Oh I ’ ’ exclaimed Madeline, before 
she thought what she was saying. saw 
something under his coat, and I thought 
it was his books. Oh ! Oh I And it was 
his Monkey!’^ 

All the children laughed when Madeline 
said this, and even the teacher could not 
help smiling. But she said: 

Silence, please, children. We must 
keep on with our lessons. And, Herbert, 
it was wrong of you to bring your Monkey 
to school and take him out to show to 
other boys. As a little punishment I shall 
keep your toy in my desk until after 
school to-night. Then you may have him 
back.’’ 

‘^Yes’m,” returned Herbert, still rather 


20 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


red in the face. He went back to his desk^. 
and the other children went on with their 
lessons. 

The teacher put the Monkey on a Stick 
inside a big drawer. 

^^Well, this is the first of my adventures 
since I went to sleep in the store and 
awakened in Herbert's house/ ^ thought 
the Monkey to himself, as he found that 
he was shut up inside the teacher’s desk* 
wondered what Herbert was going to 
do with me when he slipped me under his 
coat at the breakfast table. Now I must 
see what we have here.” 

It was not very dark inside the drawer 
of the teacher’s desk. Enough light came 
through the keyhole for the Monkey to 
see, and, among other things, he noticed a 
bottle of ink and a small Doll. He was 
pleased to see the Doll. 

‘‘Oh, here is a toy like myself!” said 


THE MONKEY AT SCHOOL 21 


the Monkey, speaking in a whisper. ^^How 
do you do?” he went on, sitting up and 
bowing to his new acquaintance. ^‘Are 
you any relation to the Sawdust Doll?” 
he asked politely. 

‘H’m a second or third cousin,” was the 
answer. ^^She is stuffed with sawdust, 
but I am stuffed with cotton.” 

^^Then I will call you Miss Cotton Doll,” 
went on the Monkey. ^ ‘ What brought you 
here ? Were you so bad in school that you 
had to be shut up in a desk?” 

^^No, not exactly. But a little girl 
named Mary brought me in her school 
bag yesterday, and she took me out in the 
study hour, and the teacher said it was 
wrong. So she took me away from the 
little girl named Mary.” 

thought Mary brought a lamb to 
school,” said the Monkey on a Stick, who, 
having lived in a toy store, of course knew: 


22 A MONKEY ON A STICK 

all about toy books and Mother Goose 
verses. 

‘^That was another Mary,’’ went on the 
Cotton Doll. ^^Besides Mary didn’t bring 
the lamb to school, it followed her one 
day.” 

^‘Oh, so it did — I had forgotten,” went 
on the Monkey. 

‘‘But my Mary brought me to school,” 
said the Cotton Doll, “and her teacher 
took me away. She put me in this desk 
drawer; the teacher did.” 

“Well, now we’re here, let’s have some 
fun,” said the Monkey to the Cotton Doll 
after a bit. “We are all alone by our- 
selves, and we can do as we please. Let’s 
look around and play. We can’t stand up, 
as the drawer isn’t high enough, but we 
can crawl on our knees. Let’s see what 
else is here.” 

. “All right,” agreed the Cotton DolL 


THE MONKEY AT SCHOOL 23 


So while the teacher was hearing the les- 
sons of Herbert, Madeline and the other 
boys and girls, the Monkey (crawling off 
his stick for the time being) and the Cot- 
ton Doll went creeping on their hands 
and knees around the drawer. 

^^Let^s look in the bottle of ink,’’ pro- 
posed the Monkey, as he crawled near it, 
and began pulling at the cork. 

‘‘Oh, don’t do that!” cried the Cotton 
Doll, in a whisper, of course. “Don’t 
open it ! You’ll get all black !” 

“Oh, if it’s black ink, I know what we 
can do!” said the Monkey. “We can 
black up like colored minstrels, and have 
a little show in here by ourselves. I’ll 
black your face with the ink, and you can 
black mine, though I am pretty brown 
now.” 

“But I don’t want my face blacked with 
ink ! ’ ’ cried the Cotton Doll, as the Monkey 


24 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


took the cork from the bottle. ‘‘I don^t 
want to be a minstrel 

^‘Oh, but you must!^’ insisted the 
Monkey, laughing, and, catching hold of 
the Cotton Doll in one hand, he tilted up 
the ink bottle in the other, and dipped in 
the end of his tail. 

^‘Now I’ll paint you nice and black I 
he laughed. 

‘ ‘ Oh, don ’t ! Please don ’t ! ” begged the 
Cotton Doll, as she tried to get away from 
the Monkey. But she couldn’t, for he 
held her tightly, and the inky end of the 
tail was coming nearer and nearer to her 
face 


CHAPTER III 


THE janitor’s HOUSE 

There you are I Oh, how funny you 
look!” chattered the Monkey on a Stick 
in a whisper to the Cotton Doll, as they 
were both shut up together in the teach- 
er’s desk. ^^You don’t know how funny 
you look! If I only had a looking-glass 
I’d show you!” 

don’t care! I think you’re real 
mean!” said the Cotton Doll. ‘‘Don’t 
you dare put any more ink on me!” 

“I guess I’ve got enough on you now!’’ 
lauded the Monkey. “There’s a spot on 
your nose, one on your chin, and one on 
each of your cheeks.” As he spoke the^ 
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26 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


Monkey put the cork back in the ink bot- 
tle and wiped the inky end of his tail off 
on a piece of blotting paper in the desk. 

‘‘What’s that you say?” cried the Cot- 
ton Doll. “Did you dare put ink on my 
nose, on my chin and my cheeks?” 

“That’s what I did, just for funl” chat- 
tered the mischievous Monkey. And, 
really, he had done just that. Oh, he was 
a regular “cut-up” when he was by him- 
self, that Monkey was. 

“I must look terrible!” said the poor 
Cotton Doll, and, raising her hands, she 
rubbed them over her face. She felt the 
wet spots where the Monkey had daubed 
her with ink. 

“Oh! aren’t you mean?” cried the Cot- 
ton Doll. “My little girl mistress will 
never like me again when the teacher 
gives me back to her. I ’m all spoiled ! ’ ’ 

“No, you just look funny!” laughed 


THE JANITOR’S HOUSE 27 


tHe Monkey. ‘‘You looked funny when I 
put ink spots on you, but now you look 
funnier than ever, ’cause you’ve spread 
the ink all around, and made big splotches 
of it. Oh, my! Excuse me while I 
laugh!” he cried, and he wiggled and 
twisted around on the bottom of the 
drawer, laughing in whispers at the funny 
look on the face of the Cotton Doll. 

^‘You’re too mean for anything!” said 
the Doll to the Monkey, and she was al- 
most ready to cry. But she happened to 
think that if she shed any tears they would 
wash down through the ink on her cheeks 
and make her look queerer than ever. So 
she did not cry. 

*H’m never going to speak to you again, 
so there!” exclaimed the Cotton Doll, and 
she would have stamped her foot if there 
had been room for her to stand up in the 
desk drawer — ^which there wasn’t. So she 


28 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


Just banged Her Heels on tHe bottom of it. 

‘‘OH, I’ll be good!” promised tHe Mon- 
key. “I won’t put any more ink on you, 
and I’ll see if I can get some of it off on 
tHis piece of blotting paper. I blotted my 
tail on it.” 

He tried to clean the Doll’s face, but, by 
this time, the ink had dried, and you know 
How Hard it is to get dried ink off your fin- 
gers after you Have written a letter. 
Well, it was this way with the Cotton Doll. 
THe ink stayed on Her face. 

“Well, if you Have ink on your face I’ve 
also got some on the end of my tail, where 
I dipped it into the bottle,” said the Mon- 
key chap, thinking to cheer up the Doll by 
this. 

“Yes, but the ink doesn’t show on your 
brown tail as it does on my white face,” 
said the Doll. “However, there is no use 
crying over spilled milk, I suppose,” she 


THE JANITOR^S HOUSE 29 


went on. ‘‘Only if you do such a thing 
again 111 never speak to you as long as I 
live!’’ 

“I’ll never do it again,” said the Mon- 
key in a sorrowful voice. “Now let ’s have 
some fun. You tell me some of your ad- 
ventures and I’ll tell you some of mine. 
Did you ever live in a store 

“Oh, yes, that’s where I came from,” 
answered the Doll. 

“And was there a Calico Clown in your 
store, who was always asking what it was 
that made more noise than a pig under a 
gate?” asked the Monkey. 

“No. But there was a Jumping Jack 
who was always trying to see how high he 
could kick, and one day he nearly kicked 
my hat off,” said the Cotton Doll. “But 
tell me, please, some of your adventures.” 

The Monkey was just starting to tell 
how the Calico Clown’s red and yellow 


30 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


trousers were burned in the gas jet one 
day, when, all of a sudden, there was a 
great noise and commotion in the school- 
room. The Monkey and the Doll could not 
tell what had caused it, though the Mon- 
key did try to look out through the key- 
hole. 

‘^Can you see anything?’^ asked the 
Doll. 

‘‘I can see some water dripping down,’’ 
answered the long-tailed chap, ^‘and the 
teacher and the children are running 
around as fast as anything.” 

“Oh, I wonder what has happened!” 
exclaimed the Doll. And just then she 
and the Monkey on a Stick heard the 
teacher say: 

“Run out quickly, children! Run out, 
all of you. A water pipe has burst and 
there’s a regular rain storm inside our 
nice schoolroom.” 


THE JANITOR’S HOUSE 31 


^‘Please can’t I have my Monkey on a 
Stick before I go out?” asked Herbert. 
‘‘You put him in your desk, Teacher!” 

‘‘And I want my knife you took away, 
please!” called another boy. 

“We have no time for those things, 
now,” the teacher said. “The water is 
coming down fast, and we’ll all be wet 
through if we stay. The Monkey, knife 
and other things will be all right in my 
desk. Get your hats, and pass out quickly. 
More pipes may burst and flood the 
school. 

“Go home, children, all of you,” said 
the teacher. “To-morrow the pipes will 
be mended, and, if the school is dry 
enough, we will go on with our lessons. 
But run home now.” 

You may well imagine that most of the 
boys and girls were glad of the holiday 
that had come to them so imexpectedly. 


32 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


But Herbert felt sorry; that he had to 
leave his Monkey on a Stick in school. 
When he reached home he acted so 
strangely that his mother wanted to know 
what the matter was. 

Of course Herbert had to tell that he 
had taken his Monkey to school, and he 
also had to tell what had happened after- 
ward. 

^‘Of course you did wrong,” said Her- 
bert’s mother, ‘‘and you must suffer a lit- 
tle punishment. ’ ’ 

“What kind of punishment?” asked 
Herbert. 

“The punishment of not having your 
Monkey,” was the answer. 

And now we must see what happened to 
the Monkey on a Stick. 

“What do you imagine will happen 
next?” asked the Doll of the Monkey, for 
they had heard what had been said. 


THE JANITOR^S HOUSE 33 


‘ ‘ I don ’t know, ' ^ was the answer. ‘ ‘ But 
if we are left alone here in the room we 
can get out of the desk and have some 
fun.’^ 

‘‘Oh, so we can!’’ cried the Doll. “I’m 
tired of being shut up here. Can you open 
the desk, Mr. Monkey?” 

“I think so,” was the reply. 

The Monkey was just going to raise the 
lid, by prying under it with the long stick 
up and down which he climbed, when, all 
of a sudden, there was a noise in the room. 

“Some one is coming!” whispered the 
Doll. 

“I hear them,” said the Monkey. He 
looked out through the keyhole and saw a 
man wading through the water toward the 
desk. “I guess it’s the night watchman,” 
went on the Monkey in a whisper. 

“We don’t have a night watchman in 
school,” whispered back the Doll. “But 


34 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


we have a janitor. Maybe it’s the janitor 
coming.” 

And so it was. The janitor had shut off 
some of the water in the broken pipes, 
and he was going about from room to 
room to see how much damage had been 
done. He walked up to the desk inside of 
which the Monkey and Doll had been 
placed. 

‘‘Well, I do declare!” exclaimed the 
janitor, and the Monkey and the Doll 
heard him. “There’s ink running out of 
the drawer of the teacher’s desk! Ink 
running out of her desk, and water run- 
ning out of the broken pipes! Sure the 
school had bad luck to-day! But I must 
see about this ink. It may spoil every- 
thing in the drawer. The bottle must have 
been upset and the cork came out when 
the teacher and children were running 
around after the pipes burst.” 


THE JANITOR^S HOUSE 35 


The Monkey turned away from the key-* 
hole and looked at the bottle of ink. 
Surely enough, it lay on its side, and the 
cork was out. A stream of black liquid 
was running out of the bottle, dripping 
down through a crack in the teacher’s 
desk. 

^‘Oh, do you suppose you did that?’’ 
asked the Doll in a whisper of the Mon-^ 
key. 

— I guess maybe I did,” he answered. 

After I dipped my tail in the ink and 
marked your face, maybe I didn’t put the 
cork back in tightly enough. And when I 
jumped around, to see what all the racket 
was about, I must have knocked the bot-^ 
tie over.” 

The janitor opened the lid of the desk^ 
at the same time saying : 

^H’d better take the teacher’s things out 
and keep them for her until morning. 


36 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


WHat with the ink and water, everything 
may be spoiled.’^ 

A bright light shone in on the Monkey 
and the Doll when the top of the desk was 
opened by the janitor. Of course both the 
toys kept very still as soon as the janitor 
looked at them. This was the rule, as I 
have told you in the other books. 

It did not take the school janitor long 
to cork the ink bottle and stop any more 
of the black fluid running out. 

^‘Well, well!’’ said the janitor, looking 
at the ink-splashed Doll and the ink- 
tipped Monkey. ^‘I’ll take these two toys 
home and maybe my little girl can clean 
them. Then I’ll bring them back to 
school to-morrow, and the teacher can give 
them to whoever owns them. Yes, I’ll 
take the Monkey and Doll home to my 
house.” 

And this the janitor did. He stuffed 


THE JANITOR’S HOUSE 37 


the Monkey on a Stick, and also the Cot- 
ton Doll, into his pocket, taking care, of 
course, not to break them, and then, 
having cleaned from the room as much 
of the water as he could, the janitor went 
home. 

‘^Look what I’ve brought you,” he said 
to his little girl, as he took the Monkey 
and the Doll out of his pocket on reach- 
ing home. 

^‘Oh, aren’t they funny!” cried the 
little girl, dancing up and down. ‘‘May 
I have them to keep ?” 

“Gracious me ! what is going to happen 
now?” thought the Monkey on a Stick. 


CHAPTER IV 


A QUEER RIDE 

‘^Look out for the ink on the Doll’s 
face,” said the janitor to his little girl, 
as he handed her the toy. ^‘And see, the 
Monkey also has ink on the end of his 
tail. I brought them home to you, to see 
if you could clean them.” 

^^Oh, then I can’t keep them!” ex- 
claimed the little girl in a sad voice. 
‘‘And they are so cute, too, even if they 
are covered with ink ! How did it 
happen?” 

“A water pipe burst in the school, and 
there was so much running around that 
an ink bottle in the teacher’s desk got up- 
38 


A QUEER RIDE 


39 


set, I suppose, and then the ink splashed 
on the Monkey and the Doll,’’ said the 
janitor. 

^^But how did they get in the teacher’s 
desk?” the little girl wanted to know. 

guess she must have taken them away 
from the children who had them out, play- 
ing with them during lesson time,” an- 
swered the janitor. And he was right 
about that, as we know, but he was wrong 
about the bottle of ink. 

‘‘But perhaps you can clean them,” 
said the janitor to his little girl. “That’s 
why I brought the toys home to you.” 

“Yes, I can wash the Doll’s face with 
soap and water,” answered the little girl. 
“But I don’t believe I can get the ink off 
the Monkey’s tail. He’s made of plush, 
and ink stains that very badly.” 

Then she got a basin of soap and water 
and began to wash the Doll’s face. In a 


40 :a: monkey on a stick 


little while the ink spots began to fade 
away, for the Doll’s head was of porce- 
lain, though she was stuffed with cotton. 

‘‘It’s going to leave the Doll a little 
darker color, though,” said the little girl 
to her father. “I can’t get her as nice 
and white as she was at first.” 

“Well, never mind, you can pretend she 
went to the seashore and got tanned,” said 
the janitor, laughing. “Did you get the 
ink out of the Monkey’s tail?” he asked. 

“No, it won’t come out,” was the an- 
swer, and it would not. The ink on the 
tail of the Monkey on a Stick was there 
to stay, so it seemed. 

“There I Just see what happened by 
your fooling!” said the Doll to the 
Monkey a little later, when they were left 
alone for a few minutes. “My face will 
always be dark, and your tail will be 
inky.” 


A QUEER RIDE 


41 


‘‘I don’t so much mind about my tail,” 
answered the Monkey. ‘‘I think it will 
be rather stylish to have it dark and inky 
on the end. But I am sorry about your 
face. I never thought about the ink stay- 
ing on or I never would have daubed you 
the way I did.” 

^‘Well, don’t feel too bad about it,” ad- 
vised the Doll, with a smile. just 
happened to remember that it is stylish to 
be tanned. All the other dolls and toys 
will think I have spent a vacation at the 
seashore, as the janitor says. Really, 
after I get used to it, I shall be glad you 
put the ink on me.” 

But the Monkey still felt sorry. 

That night the janitor’s little girl 
played with the Monkey on a Stick, mak- 
ing him do all sorts of funny tricks. He 
would climb up when she pulled the string, 
and sometimes he would just stand up on 


42 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


the top of his stick, almost as straight as 
the Bold Tin Soldier. 

Then, again, he would turn over back- 
ward and slide down head first to the bot- 
tom of the pole. Another time he would 
tumble forward and slide down the other 
way, turning somersaults on the trip. 

^‘Oh, I just love this Monkey!’’ said the 
little girl. 

In the morning the janitor took back 
to school in his pocket the Monkey and 
the Doll. 

^^Be sure and bring them to me again, 
if nobody wants them!” called the little 
girl, who had almost got the Doll’s face 
clean. 

‘^I will,” her father promised. 

The school was all right again the next 
day. The broken pipes had been mended, 
and the boys and girls could come back to 
their lessons. The teacher in the room 


A QUEER RIDE 43 

where Herbert, Dick and their friends 
studied was much surprised when the 
janitor gave her the Doll and the Monkey, 
and told about finding them in her desk 
with an upset bottle of ink. He related 
how he had taken them home over night 
for safe keeping. 

‘^And so your little girl cleaned them,’^ 
said the teacher. ^^That was very good 
of her, and I am going to make her happy. 
You may take back to her this doll, with 
the make-believe tanned face.’^ 

^‘Are you really going to give my little 
girl the doll?^^ asked the janitor. 

‘^Yes,’^ replied the teacher. ^‘The little 
girl from whom I took the doll is not 
coming back to this school any more, and 
her mother sent word I might give the doll 
away. So 111 give her to your little girl. 

^^That is very kind of you,’’ said the 
janitor. ^‘My little girl will be happy.” 


44 :a: monkey on a stick 


The Monkey was put back in the desk 
until after school. Then Herbert was 
called up. 

‘^Here is your Monkey on a Stick, Her- 
bert,’’ said the teacher. ‘‘You must not 
bring him to school again.” 

“No’m, I won’t!” promised the little 
boy. 

“I am sorry he got that blot of ink on 
the end of his tail,” went on the teacher. 

“Oh, I don’t mind,” said Herbert, with 
a smile. “He can climb his stick just the 
same.” 

And the Monkey really could. The ink 
on his tail didn’t bother him a bit. Up 
and down the stick he went, when Herbert 
pulled the string, and even the teacher 
had to laugh, the Monkey was so funny. 

“I’m so glad I have my Monkey back !” 
thought Herbert as he ran along the street. 

All the other boys and girls were ahead 


45 


QUEER RIEE 

of him, as he had been kept in a little while 
after school to get his toy back. All at 
once, as Herbert was passing a candy 
store, he saw, coming out of it, Dick, the 
boy who owned the White Rocking Horse« 

^^Oh, hello, Herbert!’’ called Dick, giv- 
ing his friend a piece of candy. ‘^So yot^ 
have your Monkey back!” 

^‘Tes,” Herbert answered. stayed 
in to get him.” 

know how we can have some fim with 
him,” went on Dick. 

‘‘How?” Herbert wanted to know. 

“We can give him a ride on the back of 
our dog Carlo,” went on Dick. “We can 
take the Monkey off the stick, and tie him 
on Carlo’s back. Then Carlo will run and 
the Monkey will have a fine ride.” 

The two boys hurried down the street 
toward Dick’s house. 

“This world is full of surprises,” 


46 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


thought the Monkey. ‘ ‘ I wonder what my 
toy friends in the store would think if they 
knew I was going to have a ride on a dog’s 
back. What a wonderful adventure it 
may be!” 

The Monkey was not afraid. He was 
a courageous chap, almost as brave as the 
Bold Tin Soldier. One has to be brave to 
climb up and down a stick day after day, 
and turn somersaults from the top; I 
think. 

‘‘How can we make my Monkey stay on 
your Carlo’s back?” asked Herbert, as 
they reached Dick’s house. 

“We can tie him on, same as my sister 
once tied her Sawdust Doll to the back of 
the Lamb on Wheels,” Dick answered. 

“And maybe, some day, we can have a 
little show,” said Herbert. 

“What kind of show?” Dick asked, as 
he ate the last piece of candy he had 


A QUEER RIDE 47 

bought on his way from school, having 
shared some with Herbert. 

‘^Oh, a show with my Monkey in it, and 
your Rocking Horse, and Arnold’s Tin 
Soldiers, and Mirabell’s Lamb and Made- 
line’s Candy Rabbit,” Herbert replied. 

^^Here, Carlo! Carlo!” called Dick. 
‘‘Come and give Herbert’s Monkey a ride 
on your back.” 

Carlo came running up, wagging his 
tail. He liked to play with the boys, and 
he did not make a bit of fuss when Dick 
and Herbert tied the Monkey on his back. 
Of course the Monkey was taken off his 
stick for this strange ride. He was tied 
on with bits of string, as the boys had 
plenty of this in their pockets. 

“Hold still a minute, Carlo!” called 
Dick, for the dog was wiggling and twist- 
ing around. “Hold still and we’ll soon be 
ready.” 


48 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


‘^How are you going to make him run, 
after we get the Monkey fastened on his 
back?’^ asked Herbert. 

‘^Oh, that’s easy,” Dick answered. 

We’ll just run down the meadow toward 
the brook and he’ll follow us all right. 
He’ll give the Monkey a fine ride, won’t 
you, Carlo?” 

‘‘Bow wow!” barked the dog, which, I 
suppose, was his way of saying: “Yes!” 

“Well, I surely hope nothing serious 
will happen,” thought the Monkey, as he 
found himself being tied on the dog’s 
fuzzy back. “I have had many ad- 
ventures, but never one like this. I hope 
nothing terrible happens!” 

In another minute the boys tied the last 
knot. There sat the Monkey, off his stick, 
on Carlo’s back. 

“Come on, now!” cried Dick, and h^ 
and Herbert started to run. 


49 


A QUEER RIDE 

With a bark Carlo took after them, the 
Moiikey bobbing backward and forward 
on the dog’s back. 

long as they can’t very well see me, 
I’ll grab hold of the dog’s hair in my 
hands,” said the Monkey. ‘^In that way 
I can hold on better. Some of the strings 
may break.” 

He clutched his hands tightly in the 
dog’s hair. Carlo ran faster and faster 
after the boys. 

Don’t go so quick!” begged the 
Monkey. 

‘‘Bow wow! I have to !” barked Carlo. 

“Oh, I know something dreadful will 
happen ! ’ ’ exclaimed the Monkey. ‘ ‘ I just 
know it!’^ 


CHAPTER V 


MONKEYSHINES 

Over the green meadow, with the 
Monkey on his back, ran Carlo the dog. 
In front of the dog raced Herbert and 
Dick, now and then looking back and 
laughing. It was great fun for the boys 
to see the Monkey having a ride on the 
dog’s back. And, to tell the truth, Carlo 
and the Monkey were enjoying it them- 
selves. 

‘‘Do I hurt you, holding on this way?” 
asked the Monkey of Carlo, grasping 
tightly the dog’s woolly back. “Do I pull 
your hair any?” 

“Oh, not much,” Carlo barked in an- 

50 


MONKEYSHINES 51 

swer. ‘‘I don’t mind a little pull like 
that.” 

‘^You see I’m so afraid of falling off 
and breaking my tail, or something like 
that,” went on the Monkey. 

Well, you’re tied on, so I don’t believe 
you ’ll fall, ’ ’ replied the dog. ‘‘ Those boys 
are used to tying things. Once they tied 
Madeline’s Candy Rabbit on the end of a 
kite tail, and he nearly went to the moon, 
I guess.” 

‘‘Oh, yes, I heard about that,” said the 
Monkey. “Only I heard it was a star, 
not the moon.” 

And then he noticed that he was tied on 
rather tightly, and he felt there was not 
much chance of his falling. So he did not 
hold so hard to the dog’s back, and Carlo 
was glad of this. 

Herbert and Dick, looking back to see 
if Carlo was running after them (which 


52 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


indeed he was) saw the Monkey bobbing 
to and fro on the dog’s back. 

‘‘It looks just as if the Monkey was 
holding on, doesn’t it?” asked Dick of his 
chum. 

“Yes, it does,” admitted Herbert. 
“Wouldn’t it be funny if my Monkey was 
really alive, as your dog is, and could ride 
him whenever he Avanted to?” 

‘ ‘ It would be funny, ’ ’ said Dick. “Very 
funny!” 

Pretty soon the boys came to a little 
brook that ran through the meadow. They 
stopped on the edge, and looked down into 
the water in which tiny fishes were swim- 
ming. 

“Shall we jump across the brook and 
run in the field on the other side?” asked 
Dick of Herbert, 

“If we do, won’t Carlo jump over, too ?” 
asked Herbert. “And if he tries to jump 


MONKEYSHINES 53 

over, he may fall in and get all wet, and 
so will my Monkey/^ 

Carlo won’t mind getting wet!” 
laughed Dick. ‘‘But it might not be good 
for your- Monkey. Perhaps we’d better 
stay on this side of the brook, and then 
everything will be all right.” 

“I think so, too!” agreed Herbert. 

So the two boys did not try to jump 
over the stream, but waited on the edge 
of it for Carlo to catch up to them. Along 
came the fussy little dog, barking and 
yelping, for he did not like to be left very 
far behind. And on his back, still bob- 
bing about, was the Monkey on a Stick. 
No, I am wrong. The Monkey was not on 
his Stick just then. Herbert had taken 
him off to give him a ride. It was easy 
to take the Monkey off his Stick and put 
him back on. 

IJp ran Carlo ; and as soon as he saw the 


54 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


brook full of water what did that little 
dog do but start to run right into it ! 

^^Oh, look out! Stop him!” cried Her- 
bert. He ’ll get my Monkey all wet and 
spoil him!” 

‘^Come back, Carlo! Come back!” or- 
dered Dick, making a jump toward his 
pet. 

But Carlo had no idea of going too 
deep into the brook. He just wanted to 
get a drink. So he waded in only a little 
way, stopping just before the dangling 
feet of the Monkey would have got wet. 

‘^Oh, I guess he isn’t going to roll in 
the water,” said Dick. ‘^Sometimes he 
does that — just rolls right over in it like 
a fish.” 

^Hf he did that now, with my Monkey 
on his back, he’d spoil him,” said Herbert. 
<<I’m glad he didn’t.” 

Carlo lapped the cool water up with his 


MONKEYSHINES 


55 


red tongue, and then he waded out of the 
brook and toward the boys. He seemed to 
be asking them ; 

‘^What shall we do next? That was 
fun — giving the Monkey a ride. But what 
shall we do next?^^ 

know what we can do,’’ said Hick to 
Herbert, after they had sailed some little 
make-believe ships in the brook, while 
Carlo lay in the grass on the bank. ‘^We 
can take your Monkey and my dog down 
the street. People will see him and laugh. 
Shall we do that?” 

‘ ‘ Oh, yes. Let ’s do it ! ” exclaimed Her- 
bert. 

Once more the boys started to run across 
the meadow, and Carlo, seeing them go, 
and not wanting to be left behind, started 
after them with a ^‘bow-wow.” The 
Monkey was still on his back. 

The two boys were almost across the 


56 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


meadow, and were thinking what fun it 
would be to see the dog going down the 
street, giving the Monkey a ride, when, all 
of a sudden. Carlo saw a cat. 

Now you know what dogs do when they 
see cats. They chase them, just for fun, 
you understand. And this is what Carlo 
did — ^he raced after this cat as fast as he 
could go. 

‘‘Carlo!’’ chattered the Monkey. 

Now, somehow or other, the strings by 
which the boys had fastened the Monkey 
on the back of the dog had become 
loosened. One knot after another came 
undone, and the Monkey felt himself 
slipping. 

“Oh, wait a minute! Wait a minute. 
Carlo!” cried the Monkey, for he could 
talk now, being out of hearing of the boys. 
“Wait! Wait!” cried the Monkey. “I 
am falling off!” 


MONKEYSHINES 57 

‘ ^ I can ’t wait ! ’ ’ barked Carlo. ^ ‘ I must 
get that cat!’^ 

On he ran, faster than before. Dick 
and Herbert saw him, and Dick cried : 

‘‘Oh, look at my dog chasing a cat. 
Let’s see if he gets her.’’ 

So they ran after the dog. 

Faster and faster went Carlo, and the 
strings that held the Monkey on became 
looser and looser until, at last, they 
slipped off altogether, and down fell the 
Monkey into the grass. 

The grass was tall and thick, and at 
the moment when the Monkey fell Dick 
and Herbert were down in a sort of little 
valley, and they did not see what had hap- 
pened. So the Monkey fell off the dog’s 
back before they noticed it. 

As for Carlo, all he was thinking of was 
getting the cat. And the boys went after 
him. 


58 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


On all sides of the Monkey was green 
grass, nice and soft. A little farther off 
were some trees. The Monkey could see 
them as he looked over the top of the 
grass. 

wish I could climb one of those 
trees, said the toy Monkey half aloud. 
‘‘IVe been climbing up and down a stick 
so long that I am rather tired of it. I 
think I ought to climb trees. 

The Monkey was beginning to feel 
strange. It was the first time he had ever 
been by himself, alone in a green field, 
with the warm sun shining on him. 

‘‘I feel just like doing something!’^ 
said the Monkey, speaking out loud this 
time, though he could see no one to whom 
he might talk. ^^I’m going to cut up! 
Hi yi!’’ he shouted. ‘H’m going to jump 
and turn somesaults and everything.’^ 
And with that he began leaping about 


MONKEYSHINES 


59 


on the soft, green grass. He jumped this 
way and that. He jumped forward and 
backward and he turned front somer- 
saults and backward somersaults. 

Then, all of a sudden, a voice called, 
saying: 

^‘What in the world are you doing, my 
friend?'’ 

The Monkey stopped short, and flipped 
his tail from side to side. 

^‘Well, I don't see you, and I don't 
know who you are,” he said, ^‘but if you 
want to know what I'm doing, I'm cutting 
up Monkeyshines ! That's what I'm 
doing ! Cutting up Monkeyshines I ’ ' 


CHAPTER VI 


m A CAVE 

Out from under a large, green leaf, un- 
derneath which he had been sitting, 
crawled a long green creature. The green 
creature looked at the brown Monkey, 
who, after jumping about, sat down on a 
little hummock of grass to rest. 

‘‘What did you say you were doing?'’ 
asked the bug. 

“Cutting up Monkeyshines," was the 
answer. “We Monkeys, whether we are 
toys ot not, call our fun ‘Monkeyshines,’ 
and I thought I'd cut up a few while I 
was here by myself. I didn't know you 
minded." 


60 


IN A CAVE 


61 


‘‘Oh, bless you, I don’t mind,” said the 
green creature. “I like to watch you. It 
is fun. You are quite a jumper, and I am 
something of a jumper myself.” 

“Who are you?” asked the Monkey. 

“I’m a Grasshopper,” was the answer. 
“I live here in this green meadow and 
sing songs all day long.” 

“I am glad to meet you, Mr. Grass- 
hopper,” said the Monkey. “Singing 
songs must be nice.” 

So the Monkey and the Grasshopper sat 
there talking together. The Monkey told 
the different things that had happened to 
him from the time he had awakened in a 
box on the breakfast table until he fell off 
Carlo’s back. 

“Do you have any adventures here in 
the meadow?” asked the chap who had 
been cutting up Monkeyshines. 

“Oh, yes, we have had things happen 


62 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


liere/^ said the Grasshopper. ^^Of course 
they are not as exciting as those you have 
told me about. But we rather like them. 
Do you want to ’’ 

But just then something began running 
through the tall grass a short distance 
away from where the Monkey sat on a 
hummock. At first the Monkey thought 
it was Carlo, the dog, coming back, but in 
another moment he saw a pink nose and 
two long, flapping ears. 

He knew then it was not Carlo, but he 
thought it was another friend of his, so 
the Monkey called : 

say! Hold on there a minute! I 
want to talk to you, my friend! Wait, 
can’t you?” 

‘‘Who is it?” asked the Grasshopper, 
stretching out one long hind leg. “Who 
do you see?” 

“My friend, the Candy Rabbit,” was 


IN A CAVE 63 

the answer. “He just ran through the 
grass. 

“That isn’t a Candy Rabbit,” said the 
Grasshopper. 

“Who is it, then?” asked the Monkey, 
in surprise. 

“That’s Jack Hare, a real, live rabbit 
who lives in the meadow here,” was the 
reply. “He wouldn’t like it if you called 
him a Candy Rabbit.” 

The grass waved to and fro, and a 
moment later a big, white rabbit came 
jumping through, and sat down on his hind 
legs near the big leaf on which the Grass- 
hopper was perched. The Monkey could 
see that this rabbit was different from the 
one made of candy. This bunny was 
larger, and his nose was not so pink. His 
ears, too, were bigger. 

“Hello, who’s your friend, Mr. Grass- 
hopper?” asked Jack Hare. 


64 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


‘‘He is a stranger in our meadow/’ was 
the answer. “I just met him. He was 
cutting up some — er — polishes, I think he 
said.” 

“Shines I Shines! Monkeyshines, not 
polishes, though they are somewhat alike,” 
explained the Monkey. “I cut some 
Monkeyshines after I fell off a dog’s 
back.” 

“A dog! Good gracious! Don’t teE 
me there’s ^ dog around here !” exclaimed 
Jack Hare, looking quickly over his shoul- 
der. “A dog will chase me as soon as he 
will a cat. I guess I’d better be going.” 

“Oh, don’t be afraid,” said the Monkey. 
“The dog I mean is Carlo. He is chasing 
a cat now, and so he won’t come here.” 

The Grasshopper and the Live Rabbit 
sat looking at the Monkey. Soon, from 
under another leaf, came hopping a black 
bug not quite as large as the green one. 


IN A CAVE 65 

The black bug wiggled her legs and 
chirped cheerfully: 

^ ‘ Well, well ! Whom have we here ? ’ ^ 

^‘Oh, this is Mr. Monkey Shine, said 
the Grasshopper. ^ ^ Allow me to introduce 
you to Mr. Monkey Shine, Miss Cricket 1” 
and the green creature nodded from one 
to the other. 

^‘Excuse me, I am Monkey on a Stick, 
not Monkey Shine, though I do cut up 
shines once in a while,’’ said the jolly chap 
who had fallen off Carlo’s back. ‘‘That is 
my right name — Monkey on a Stick.” 

“I’m pleased to meet you,” chirped the 
Cricket. “Welcome to our meadow, 
Monkey on a Stick.” 

“Thank you,” replied the Monkey. 

Then the Grasshopper, the Live Rabbit 
and the Cricket sat and looked at the 
Monkey, and, after a while, he cut some 
more Monkeyshines for them, even stand- 


66 a; MONKEY ON A STICK 

ing on his head and waving his tail in the 
air. 

‘‘I wonder if I could do that/’ said J ack 
Hare. going to try.” 

^‘Better not, ” warned the Monkey. ‘Hn 
turning over you might break off your 
ears.” 

‘‘Oh, my ears are not made of candy. 
They will bend, and not break,” said Jack 
Hare. “Here goes! I’m going to turn a 
somersault just as you did. Maybe I can 
cut some Monkeyshines, too!” 

Well, the Live Rabbit tried, but I can 
not say that he did it very well. First 
he fell over to one side, and then he fell 
to the other side. And -once he got stuck 
in the middle, standing on his head ydth 
his ears lying flat along the ground and 
his legs sticking up in the air. 

“Go on over! Why don’t you turn all 
the way over?” asked the Grasshopper. 



Monkey Does Some “ Monkey Shines.” 

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IN A CAVE 


67 


‘‘I — I can’t I” answered the Live Rab- 
bit. ‘‘I seem to be stuck half way! If 
one of you would be so kind as to give me 
a push, or a pull, I might finish my somer- 
sault. Come on, help me!” 

‘ ‘ I ’ll help you, ’ ’ kindly said the Monkey. 
He took hold of the Live Rabbit’s hind 
legs and gave him a push. Over went 
J ack Hare, finishing his somersault, 
though not doing it very well. 

The Live Rabbit thanked the Monkey 
on a Stick for what he had done and then 
said: 

Since you have come to our meadow 
would you not like to visit my house?” 

Where do you live?” asked the 
Monkey. 

^Hn a burrow, or underground house, 
called a cave,” answered the Rabbit. 
^‘Perhaps you may not like it, but we 
Bunnies think it rather nice. Will you 


68 MONKEY ON A STICK 


come to my cave, and visit the other Rab- 
bits?^’ 

should love to,’’ said the Monkey^ 
*‘But you see I belong to a little boy named 
Herbert. He got me for a birthday 
present, and he and Dick tied me on tKe 
dog’s back. I fell off and the two boys 
may come back here to look for me. If I 
should go to your cave they might come 
here, and, not finding me, might think I 
had left them forever. I like Herbert,, 
and as his friends have some of the other 
toys with whom I used to live in the store^ 
I want to stay with him.” 

‘‘That is easily managed,” said the 
Grasshopper. “You go and visit Jack 
Hare’s cave, Mr. Monkey. Miss Cricket 
and I will stay here, and if we see the 
boys and the dog coming back, looking 
for you, we’ll hop over and tell you.” 

So it was planned that the Monkey 


IN A CAVE 


69 


sEould visit the Rabbit’s cave, and if by; 
any chance, Herbert and Dick came back, 
the Grasshopper and Cricket would bring 
word to the Monkey, who could quickly 
hop back. 

‘^Come along, Mr. Monkey,” called the 
Rabbit, and soon the two new friends were 
jumping through the grass together. The 
Monkey was off his stick, and so he could 
get along quite well, though not quite so 
fast as Jack Hare. But the Rabbit took 
short jumps and did not get too far ahead, 
waiting for the Monkey to catch up to 
him. 

^^Here we are at my cave,” said Jack 
Hare at length, stopping in front of a 
hole in the ground. 

^‘Oh, so this is where you live, is it?” 
asked the Monkey. He had hopped across 
the green meadow through the grass after 
Ms new friend. 


70 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


‘‘Yes, well go down in now, and meet 
Mrs. Hare and the children,^’ went on the 
Live Rabbit. “Mind your step, and don’t 
fall. It’s rather steep until you get in- 
side.” 

“And it’s dark, too,” said the Monkey, 
following the Rabbit down the hole into 
the ground. “How in the world do you 
see?” 

“Oh, I forgot you aren’t like us ani- 
mals, and can not see quite so well in the 
dark,” said the Live Rabbit. “Just a 
moment, I’ll turn on the lamps.” 

He stopped and gave three thumps with 
his feet on the earthen sides of the cave. 
Instantly a soft glow shone all around, 
and the Monkey could see very well in- 
deed. 

“Do you have electric lights ?” he asked 
in surprise. 

“No. These are lightning bugs,” was 


IN A CAVE 


71 


the Rabbit’s answer. ‘‘I keep them to 
make the place bright when strangers 
come. We Rabbits don’t need light our- 
selves, for we can see in the dark.” 

^^Some of the toys can, also,” said the 
Monkey. ‘^But I am not very good at that 
sort of thing yet. I like light. We had 
gas and electricity at the toy store.” 

The Monkey followed the Live Rabbit 
on down through the winding burrow. It 
twisted and turned, this way and that, 
now to the right and now to the left. Here 
and there, clinging to the earthen sides. 
Were lightning bugs, which made the place 
so bright that the Monkey did not stumble 
once. 

‘‘But why does it twist and turn so, like 
a corkscrew?” the Monkey asked the 
Rabbit. 

“We always build our burrow caves like 
this, to keep out dogs and other enemies,” 


72 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


was the reply. ‘^My real home is still a 
little farther on. We’ll be there in a 
moment.” 

The Monkey followed on, and soon came 
to a place where, seated about a table made 
from a piece of a flat stump, were several 
little Rabbit children and a lady Rabbit* 

‘‘This is my family,” said the Live Rab- 
bit. “Mrs. Hare, allow me to present Mr* 
Monkey on a Stick, who has come to pay 
us a visit.” 

“Pleased to meet you,” said Mrs. Rab- 
bit, bowing low. 

“Hi, Daddy!” called one of the little 
Rabbits, “where’s his stick?” 

And then everybody laughed. 


CHAPTER VII 


OUT IN THE RAIN 

Please excuse little Johnnie Hare/^ 
said Mrs. Hare to the Monkey. ^‘He 
didn’t mean to be impolite, asking for 
your stick.” 

‘ ‘ Oh, I know, ’ ’ said the Monkey. ‘ ‘ He ’s 
just like all children — ^they just ask what 
they want to know about. And I suppose 
it does seem funny to be a Monkey on a 
Stick and then not have your stick with 
you. But I can tell you where my stick 
is, Johnnie,” said the Monkey to the little 
Rabbit chap, and then he related his ad- 
venture on Carlo’s back. 

^^Oh! Oh I Oh!” said all the other 
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74 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


little Rabbits, opening wide their eyes 
when they heard this story. ^‘Tell us an- 
other, please!’' 

^‘We are just going to have dinner, 
said Mrs. Hare. “Won’t you sit down, 
Mr. Monkey on a Stick, and take some- 
thing^ We have some nice carrots and 
turnips.” 

“Thank you. I’ll take a little,” said the 
Monkey. 

A little chair, made from a piece of 
wood gnawed out by Mr. Jack Hare, was 
brought up for the Monkey to sit on, and 
then the Rabbit family and the visitor 
gathered around the table and began eat- 
ing. I can not say that the little Rabbit 
children ate much, for they turned around 
so often to look at Mr. Monkey, that, half 
the time, they missed putting things in 
their mouths and dropped them on the 
table. 


OUT IN THE RAIN 


75 


But no one minded this, and every one 
laughed, so there was a most jolly good 
time. The lightning bugs kept on glow- 
ing, so it was not at all dark in the cave, 
though it would have been only for these 
fireflies. Mr. and Mrs. Hare had many 
questions to ask Mr. Monkey on a Stick 
about his adventures, and he told them of 
the Calico Clown, the Sawdust Doll and 
others from the toy store, including the 
Candy Rabbit. 

‘^Just fancy!’’ exclaimed Mrs. Hare. 
‘‘A Rabbit made of candy! I’m glad 
you’re not that kind. Jack.” 

^^So am I,” said her husband. ‘H’d be 
afraid, every time I jumped, that I’d 
break a leg or an ear, if I were made of 
candy.” 

^‘Now I must show you our cave house,” 
said Mrs. Hare, when the meal was fin- 
ished. ‘‘We think it is very nice.” 


76 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


sure it is/’ returned the Monkey. 

So he was taken about, and he looked 
at the different burrows, or rooms, in the 
cave house of Mr. J ack Hare. There were 
rooms for the children Rabbits and rooms 
for Mr. and Mrs. Hare. In each room 
were lightning bugs to give light, though 
as Mr. Hare said, they were needed only 
when company came that could not see 
well in the dark. 

‘‘We put out every light when Mr. Mole 
comes,” said Mrs. Hare. 

“Why is that?” asked the Monkey. 

“Because he has no eyes, and doesn’t 
need to see,” was the answer. “He just 
feels and noses his way around. All dark- 
ness is the same to him.” 

“Dear me! Well, I like a little light,” 
said the Monkey. “But I think now, 
since I have been here quite a while, that 
I had better go back. Herbert and Dick 


OUT TN THE RAIN 


77 


might be walking over the meadow, look- 
ing for me, for they know which way Carlo 
ran, with me on his back, and they often 
find things that are lost — ^those boys do/’ 

‘^Oh, stay just a little longer,” urged 
Mrs. Hare. 

‘‘And tell us another story I” begged 
Johnnie Hare. 

“Well, I will,” said the Monkey, and he 
did. He told about some of the funny 
things that had happened in the toy 
store — ^things I have told you children 
about in the other books. And the bunny 
boys and girls liked the story told by the 
Monkey on a Stick very much indeed. 

The Monkey enjoyed himself so much 
in the cave house of Mr. Jack Hare that 
he stayed longer than he intended. It was 
along in the middle of the afternoon before 
he came out, and as the Monkey and Mr. 
Hare reached the outer opening of the 


78 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


burrow the rabbit gentleman knocked on 
the ground three times with his hind feet. 

^‘What’s that forT’ asked the Monkey. 

‘‘To turn off the lightning bugs/^ was 
the answer. “No use burning lights when 
no one* needs thqm. Ill turn them on if 
you call again. 

“Thank you, I shall be glad to pay you 
another visit,’’ said the Monkey. “But 
just now I feel that I must get back to 
where you first saw me. I want to ask 
the Orasshopper or Miss Cricket if they 
have seen the boys or the dog.” 

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll 
not go back with you,” said the Rabbit. 
“I am not fond of dogs, and they are alto- 
gether too fond of me. Good-bye !” 

Then he hopped away, waving his paw 
at the Monkey, and the Monkey jumped 
through the grass to the place where he 
had fallen from the dog’s back. 


OUT m THE RAHST 


79 


There he found Mr. Grasshopper and 
Miss Cricket. They were eating some of 
the green things that grew . all around 
them. 

‘‘Have you seen anything of my 
friends asked the Monkey, as he hopped 
up and sat on the hummock of grass where 
he had been resting after cutting up his 
Monkeyshines. 

“Ho, neither the boys nor the dog have 
been here,^’ said the Grasshopper. 

“But I heard a dog barking,’’ said Miss 
Cricket. ‘ ‘ It may have been the Carlo you 
spoke about.” 

“And I heard some boys talking,” went 
on the Grasshopper. “They may have 
been Dick and Herbert. But they did not 
come here. Why don’t you jump along 
until you find them?” 

“Yes, I suppose I could do that,”^ 
agreed the Monkey. “ But I ’ll wait a little 


80 :a: monkey on a stick 


while, and, if they don’t come for me, I’ll 
see if I can find them. As soon as I see 
them, though, I shall have to stop, and 
not move. We toys are not allowed to 
move or talk as long as human eyes see 
us.” 

^‘That’s a funny rule,” said Miss 
Cricket. ^‘But then you are a funny fel- 
low, Mr. Monkey on a Stick.” 

‘‘If you think I’m funny, you ought to 
see my friend, the Calico Clown,” said 
the Monkey. “He’s full of jokes and rid- 
dles. He has a queer one about a pig 
making a noise under a gate.” 

“My goodness! why did he do that?” 
asked the Grrasshopper. 

“Do what?” inquired the Monkey. 

“Why did the pig make a noise under 
the gate?” the Grasshopper wanted to 
know. “Why couldn’t he stay in his pen 
where he belonged, or in the barnyard?” 


OUT IN THE RAIN 


81 


‘^That’s what the riddle’s about, I sup- 
pose,” said the Monkey. Anyhow, none 
of us can answer, and the Clown’s always 
asking it. If you want to see some one 
really funny, meet the Calico Clown.” 

After a little more talk among the three 
friends, the Monkey said he thought he 
would hop along and see if he could find 
the two boys or the dog. 

Aren’t you afraid, if you find the dog 
alone, he may bite you?” asked the Grass- 
hopper. 

‘^Oh, my, no!” exclaimed the Monkey. 
‘‘Carlo is a friend of mine. If he found 
me he would take me home to Herbert’s 
house. I had even rather find him than 
the boys, for I can talk to the dog, and I 
can’t talk to Dick and Herbert.” 

“Well, we wish you luck,” chirped the 
Cricket, and the Grasshopper did also. 

Away hopped the Monkey, making his 


82 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


journey through the tall grass of the 
green meadow. The grass was rather 
high, and he could not see very well. But 
he looked the best he could on every side, 
and, every now and then, he stopped to 
listen. 

He wanted to hear the barking of 
Carlo or the shouts of Dick and Herbert, 
who, as he guessed, were, even then, look- 
ing for him. But the boys looked in the 
wrong place, and, as it happened, the 
Monkey jumped in the wrong direction. 

The only creatures the Monkey met were 
bugs and beetles, butterflies and birds, 
grasshoppers and crickets in the grass. 
They all spoke to him kindly, and though 
some of them said they had seen or heard 
the boys and the dog, none seemed able to 
tell the Monkey how to And his friends. 

‘^And it is getting late, too,’’ said the 
Monkey to himself, as he looked up at the 


OUT IN THE RAIN 


83 


sky. ‘‘Soon the sun will set, and it will 
be dark. And then it will be so much the 
harder for me to find Dick and Herbert 
and Carlo, or for them to find me. Well, 
I suppose I must make the best of it.’’ 

He was a plucky Monkey chap, almost 
as adventurous as the Bold Tin Soldier, 
and he kept jumping on through the tall 
grass of the meadow. All at once, as he 
skipped along, being able to move quite 
fast now that he was off his stick, the Mon- 
key stumbled over a stone and fell flat 
down. 

“Ouch!” he cried, as he picked himself 
up. “I hope I haven’t broken anything.” 

Very luckily he had not. He was as 
good as ever, except that his plush fur was 
rumpled a bit. But he soon brushed him- 
self smooth again, and he was about to hop 
on, when, all at once, he felt a splash of 
water on his head. 


84 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


‘‘Dear me! is some one squirting water 
at me from a toy rubber ball or a water 
pistol?’^ exclaimed the Monkey. 

More drops splashed down, dozens and 
dozens of them. Then the Monkey looked 
up and cried : 

“Oh, it’s raining! It’s pouring! I’ll 
be soaking wet ! I ’ll be drowned out in the 
rain without an umbrella or rubbers ! Oh, 
my!” 

And the rain came down harder and 
harder and harder. 


CHAPTER VIII 


HERBERT FINDS THE MONKEY 

Poor Monkey on a Stick! Oh, I for- 
got! He wasnT on a stick now, was he? 
Herbert had the stick, and it was just as 
well he had, for the Monkey, being rid of 
it, could hop around better. 

‘‘And I need to hop around a lot, to 
keep out of the wet,’’ said the Monkey to 
himself, after he had come from the Rab- 
bit’s cave and had been caught in the rain. 

Harder and harder the big drops came 
pelting down. At first the Monkey tried 
to keep dry by crawling under the grass. 
But, thick and tall as it was, it was not 
like an umbrella, and the drops came 
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86 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


through. Soon the Monkey was very wet. 

know I’ll catch cold!” he said sor- 
rowfully. ^^I’ll get the snuffles! I’m not 
used to being soaked like this.” 

And, truly, he was not. Since he had 
been made at the workshop of Santa 
Claus, the Monkey had never been out in 
a rain storm. He had always been either 
in the toy factory, the department store, 
or in some house, and when he was taken 
from one place to another he was always 
well wrapped up, so it did not matter 
whether there was snow or rain. 

But now it was different. The Monkey 
was getting wetter and wetter each 
minute. 

^Ht’s the first time I Ve been in so much 
water since the janitor’s little girl tried 
to wash the ink spot off the end of my 
tail,” the Monkey said. 

Just then he heard a voice calling: 


HERBERT FINDS THE MONKEY 87 


^‘Come over here, Mr. Monkey! Over 
this way, and you can stand under this 
big leaf, which is like an umbrella!’’ 

Hello! Who are you?” asked the 
Monkey, looking around, but seeing no 
one. By this time he had crossed the green 
meadow and was near a little clump of 
trees. 

am Jack in the Pulpit,” was the an- 
swer. live on the edge of the woods. 
There are big fern leaves here under 
which you can be safe from the rain. Hop 
over!” 

So the Monkey hopped through the wet 
grass until he came close to the trees in 
the woods. Then the voice called again: 

^‘Straight ahead now, and you’ll see 
me!” 

The Monkey looked, and saw a queer 
little thin green chap, standing up in the 
middle of a sort of brown, striped leaf that 


88 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


curled over Ms head, just as in some 
churches the pulpit curls down over the 
preacher’s head. 

‘^Who did you say you were?” asked 
the Monkey. 

am Jack in the Pulpit,” was the an- 
swer. ‘‘Some folks call me a plant, and 
others a flower. They don’t know I am 
really alive, and can come to life as you 
toys do. I saw you getting wet, so I called 
to you. Get under one of these big, broad 
fern leaves, and it will keep the rain off 
as well as an umbrella.” 

Jack in the Pulpit nodded toward a big 
fern leaf near where he himself was grow- 
ing, and in an instant the Monkey had 
crawled under this shelter. Truly enough 
it kept off the rain, the drops pattering 
down on the leaf over the Monkey’s head 
as they used to patter on the roof of the 
toy store. No longer was he out in the rain. 


HERBERT FINDS THE MONKEY 89 


‘‘Thank you for telling me how to keep 
out of the wet/’ said the Monkey to Jack 
in the Pulpit. 

“Oh, you are very welcome,^’ was the 
answer. “And now please tell me about 
yourself and whether you have had any 
adventures. I love to hear about ad- 
ventures.” 

So the Monkey told all about himself, 
even down to the time when he fell off 
Carlo’s back and visited the cave of Jack 
Hare. 

“And I suppose Herbert is looking for 
me now,” said the Monkey. 

“Oh, I hardly think he would be look- 
ing for you in all this rain,” said Jack in 
the Pulpit. “Besides it will soon be 
night. You had better make up your mind 
to stay here until morning. Then the sun 
will be shining and you can hop back to 
the place where you fell off the dog’s back. 


90 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


Then Herbert and Dick may come along 
and find yoii.’^ 

That’s what I’ll do,” said the Monkey. 

Just as the Jack had said it would, it 
soon became dark, and it kept on raining. 
But the Monkey curled up under the big 
fern leaf, where it was nice and dry. 
Soon the Monkey began to feel warm and 
sleepy, and, before he knew it, he was fast 
asleep. 

In the morning the rain had stopped. 
The sun came out bright and warm and 
dried up the damp grass. J ack in the Pul- 
pit awoke, and, looking over toward the 
Monkey, fast asleep under the broad leaf, 
called : 

^^Hi, there, Mr. Monkey! It’s morn- 
ing ! Now maybe you can find Herbert, or 
he can find you!” 

‘‘Dear me! Morning so soon?” ex- 
claimed the Monkey, stretching out his 


HERBERT FINDS THE MONKEY 91 


legs. must have slept very soundly.’^ 

‘‘Did you dream any asked the Jack. 

“Not that I remember/^ was the an- 
swer. “But I am glad the rain has 
stopped. Now 111 hop over the meadow, 
back to the place where I fell off Carlo’s 
back, and 111 wait there until Herbert 
comes for me, as I am sure he will.” 

“I shall be sorry to see you go,” said 
Jack, “but I suppose it has to be. If you 
ever get back this way again, stop and see 
me.” 

The Monkey said he would and then, 
smoothing down his plush, he sat out in 
the sun awhile to get a little dryer and 
warmer. He looked at the end of his tail. 

“The ink is almost washed off,” he said. 
“I am glad of that.” 

Then he began to hop across the field, 
making his way through the tall grass. 
He thought he would know it when he 


92 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


came to the place where the string had 
come loose, and where he had fallen from 
Carlo’s back, but the grass looked so much 
alike all over that the Monkey was be- 
ginning to think he might be lost in it. 

All at once, however, he heard a voice 
saying: 

‘‘Well, you’ve come back, have you?” 

The Monkey looked around, and there 
sat his friend Mr. Grasshopper, and near 
him was Miss Cricket. 

“Oh, I’m so glad to see you!” cried the 
Monkey. “I was looking for the place I 
first met you — ^the place where I fell off 
the dog’s back.” 

“It is right here,” said the Grass- 
hopper. “This is where I first noticed 
you. And there is the hummock of grass 
you sat on.” 

Then the Monkey knew he was back at 
the place he wished to reach. He sat 


HERBERT FINDS THE MONKEY 93 


down and talked with the Grasshopper 
and the Cricket, telling them of his visit 
to Jack Hare’s cave, and also how he had 
slept all night under a leaf near Jack in 
the Pulpit. 

‘‘Hark!” suddenly called the Grass- 
hopper. 

“What’s the matter^” asked the 
Monkey. 

“I think you are going to get your 
wish, ’ ’ was the Grasshopper ’s answer. ‘ ‘ I 
hear boys talking and a dog barking. We 
had better be going. Miss Cricket. Good- 
bye, Mr. Monkey on a Stick!” 

“Good-bye,” called the Cricket. 

With that they hopped away. The 
Monkey listened, and, surely enough, he 
heard the barking of a dog and the talk- 
ing of two boys. 

“It was right about here he must have 
fallen off,” said one boy. 


94 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


‘‘It might have been farther on/’ said 
another boy. 

And just then the grass began to wave 
from side to side, and through it came 
bursting Carlo, the little dog ! At once he 
saw the Monkey. 

“Bow wow ! Oh, here you are !” barked 
Carlo. “I thought I should find you.” 

“I’m glad you did,” said the Monkey. 
Then the two friends had no further 
chance to talk, for Dick and his chum 
came running along when they heard the 
dog bark. 

‘ ‘ Oh, here he is I ” cried Herbert. “ I ’ve 
found my lost Monkey. Now I’m going 
to put him back on his stick 


CHAPTER IX 


MONKEY IN A TENT 

Herbert and Dick, with Carlo the 
had searched through the meadow all the 
afternoon to find the Monkey, but they 
did not find him. At night the two boys 
had gone to their homes, and Herbert felt 
sad at losing his toy. 

Never mind,” said Madeline, as she 
let Herbert hold her Candy Rabbit, to- 
morrow I’ll help you look for your 
Monkey. Maybe he’s hiding down in the 
tall grass, as Dorothy’s Sawdust Doll 
once did.” 

‘ ‘ Maybe, ’ ’ said Herbert hopefully. But 
still he felt sad. 


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96 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


The next day he and Dick and Carlo 
again went to the meadow. They looked 
all aroimd, and at last they found the 
Monkey, as I have told you. 

Of course neither of the boys knew 
what an adventure the Monkey had had, 
nor how he had gone to visit Jack Hare 
in the cave, and had seen the little Rab- 
bits. Nor did they know how he had be- 
come dried out by sleeping under the fern 
leaf. 

‘^Well, now well have some fun, as 
long as I have my Monkey back,’^ said 
Herbert, and he and Dick, followed by the 
dog, went back across the meadow. 

‘^What are you going to do?’’ asked 
Dick. 

‘^Put up a tent and have a show,” Her- 
bert answered. ‘‘You can bring your 
White Rocking Horse, and Arnold can 
bring his Bold Tin Soldier. If Dorothy 


MONKEY IN A TENT 


97 


wants to, she can bring her Sawdust Doll, 
Mirabell can bring her Lamb of Wheels, 
and my sister Madeline can bring her 
Candy Rabbit.’^ 

“That’ll be a fine show!” cried DicE. 

The two little boys hurried back to Her- 
bert ’s house, and told his mother what 
they were going to do. Herbert showed 
his mother the Monkey he had found in 
the meadow, and Dick hurried over to his 
house to get his Rocking Horse, and to 
tell his sister about the show. 

“What can I make a tent off” asked 
Herbert. 

“Oh, I think I can let you take some 
old sheets,” said his mother, “and you 
can hang them over the clothesline in the 
yard. That will make a nice little tent for 
your show.” 

“Yes, that will be fine,” said Herbert. 
“Thank you, Mother.” 


98 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


He carried his Monkey into the house 
and put him on a table, where Madeline 
was sitting, playing with her Candy Rab- 
bit. 

Watch my Monkey so he doesn’t jump 
away, will you, please asked Herbert of 
his sister, laughing and pretending his 
toy was alive. 

^^What are you going to do?” asked 
Madeline. 

‘‘Make a tent to have a show,” an- 
swered her brother. 

“Oh, let me help!” she cried, and she 
set her Candy Rabbit down on the table 
near the Monkey and ran out with Her- 
bert. Mother gave the children the sheet, 
and in a little while the sheet tent was 
being put up in the yard over the clothes- 
line. 

As soon as the Candy Rabbit and 
Monkey found themselves alone they 



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looked at one another and began to talk, 
as they were allowed to do. 

Where in the world have you been?’^ 
asked the Candy Rabbit. 

^^You may well ask that,’^ replied the 
Monkey. have had so many ad- 

ventures, and I met some friends of‘ 
yours.’’ 

^‘Friends of mine ?” repeated the Candy 
Rabbit. “Do you mean the Lamb on 
WTieels or the Bold Tin Soldier?” 

“Neither one. I mean Live Rabbits,” 
answered the Monkey. Then he told of 
going to the cave of Jack Hare and of 
being caught in the rain storm. 

“Oh, what wonderful adventures I” ex- 
claimed the Candy Rabbit. 

“What happened to you while I was 
away?” asked the Monkey. 

“Oh, many things,” answered the 
Candy Rabbit. “Once Madeline left me 


100 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


alone, and the cat came in and began to 
lick the sugar off my pink nose. Another 
time a little mouse came out of a hole in 
the closet where I am kept at night, and 
nibbled a few crumbs of sweetness off the 
end of my stubby tail.’^ 

^‘Gracious cried the Monkey. 
‘‘Weren’t you scared?” 

“A little,” answered the Rabbit. “But 
I jumped to one side, and when Madeline 
opened the closet door the mouse ran 
away.” 

All the while the Monkey and Candy 
Rabbit were talking, Herbert, Dick and 
Arnold, with Madeline, Dorothy and 
Mirabell to help, were putting up the sheet 
tent in Herbert’s yard. The clothesline 
was pulled tight between two posts and 
the sheets put over the line. The edges 
were fastened to the ground with wooden 
rings, and then some pieces of cloth were 


MONKEY IN A TENT 101 


pinned to the back of the sheet to close 
that end. It took two or three days to 
make the tent, but at last it was finished. 

We’ll leave one end open for the front 
door,” said Herbert. 

‘^But if we do that everybody can look 
in and see our show for nothing,” ob- 
jected Dick. ‘^That isn’t right. They 
ought to give one pin, or two pins, to come 
to see our show.” 

We can pin some pieces of cloth at the 
front end of the tent,” suggested Mira- 
bell. ‘H have an old shawl over at my 
house that Mother lets me spread on the 
grass when I play with my Lamb on 
Wheels. I’ll get that to close the front of 
the tent.” 

The old shawl was just what was needed 
to make a front ^^door” for the show tent, 
and soon it was pinned in place. Some 
old boxes were found by Patrick, the kind 


102 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


gardener, and these were to be used for 
seats. 

^^Now we^d better all go ana get our 
things that are going to be in the show,’^ 
said Herbert. ^Hll bring out my 
Monkey.’’ 

^‘And I’ll get my Candy Rabbit,” of- 
fered Madeline. 

^H’ll have to have somebody help me 
carry over my Tin Soldier Captain and 
all the men,” said Arnold. don’t want 
to drop any of ’em.” 

^H’ll help you, as soon as I bring out 
my Monkey,” offered Herbert. 

‘‘And I’d like somebody to help me 
carry over my Lamb,” said Mirabell. 

“ I ’ll help you, ’ ’ said Dick. “ I ’ll bring 
over my White Rocking Horse and your 
Lamb, Mirabell.” 

So, as it happened, Herbert’s Monkey 
and Madeline’s Candy Rabbit were the 


MONKEY IN A TENT 103 


first of the toy friends to be brought into 
the tent. The Monkey was on his stick, 
as Herbert was going to make him do 
tricks by climbing up to the top of it, and 
turning somersaults, as it was intended 
for the Monkey to do. 

^^Do you think my Rabbit and your 
Monkey will be all right if we leave them 
here alone in the tent?’’ asked Madeline, 
as the toys were put down on one of the 
boxes, and she and her brother started to 
help the other children carry in their 
things. 

^^Oh. yes, they’ll be all right,” said Her- 
bert. 

But he and Madeline had not been very 
long away, and the Monkey and Candy 
Rabbit had not been very long alone in 
the tent, before something happened. 

All at once, just as the Monkey was 
thinking of asking the Candy Rabbit 


104 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


•what tricks that sweet chap was going to 
do in the show, a loud noise was heard in 
the tent. 

‘^Baa-a-a-a-!’’ was what the Rabbit and 
the Monkey heard. 

‘^Was that you?’’ asked the Monkey of 
the Rabbit. 

was just going to ask if you had 
called,” said the Rabbit. 

^^Baa-a-a-a-a!” came again. 

^‘It sounds like the Lamb on Wheels,” 
said the Candy Rabbit. 

‘‘Oh, it can’t be,” said the Monkey. 
“She’d come in to see us. Who do you 
suppose it is?” 

“Baa-a-a-a-al” sounded again, and 
then a funny black nose, followed by a 
head with curving horns on it, was thrust 
into the tent. 

“This isn’t the Lamb!” cried the 
Monkey. 


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^‘Indeed I’m not a Lamb!” was the an- 
swer. '‘I’m a Billy Groat! Baa-a! 
Baa-a-a-a! What’s going on here?” he 
bleated. 

"We’re going to have a show,” said the 
Monkey. "I am going to be in it, and so 
is the Candy Rabbit.” 

"Oh, no, the Candy Rabbit isn’t!” said 
the Groat. "He isn’t going to be in the 
show. He’s going to be in me, for I am 
going to eat him! I am very fond of 
candy, and I’ve been looking for some for 
a long time. I wondered what was in this 
tent, and now I know. I saw it from over 
in the vacant lots where I live. Then I 
came over to peep in, when I saw that the 
boys and girls had gone. Yes, indeed! I 
like sugar, and I’m going to eat the Candy 
Rabbit!” 

The bad Goat, with his sharp horns, 
walked into the tent and over toward the 


106 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


box on which the Candy Rabbit sat near 
the Monkey on a Stick. 

^‘Oh, yum-yum! How I love candy 1^^ 
bleated the goat, wiggling his whiskers 
and smacking his lips. ^^How I love 
sugar! I’m going to nibble some sweet- 
ness off the ears of the Candy Rabbit.” 

‘^Oh, no you’re not !” suddenly cried the 
Monkey. 

Why not ? Who will stop me ?” asked 
the bad Goat, stamping his foot. 

will!” cried the brave Monkey on a 
Stick. ^ ^Here ! You get out of this tent ! ’ ’ 
and the Monkey stood straight up on his 
stick and looked with both eyes at the 
goat. 



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CHAPTER X 


MONKEY IN A SHOW 

The bad Goat walked closer and closer 
to the Candy Rabbit. And that poor 
Bunny toy was so frightened that he did 
not think of jumping out of the way. 

goinp“ to get sweetness off your 
ears/^ said the Goat, teasing. 

‘^Oh, if you bite my ears I can’t be in 
the show!” said the poor Rabbit. 

The Monkey climbed higher and higher 
on his stick, after he had said he would 
stop the Goat from eating the Candy Rab- 
bit. And now, just as the Goat was going 
to take the Bunny up from the box, the 
Monkey suddenly gave a jump ! Oh, such 
a jump! 


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108 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


Off his stick he jumped, and he landed 
right on the Goat’s back. With his hands 
the Monkey began to pull the Goat’s hair. 

He even reached around and pulled the 
Goat’s whiskers, the Monkey did. 

^‘Baa-a-a-a-a!” bleated the Goat. 
^^Stop, Monkey! You’re hurting me! 
You’re pulling my hair!” 

^^Then get out of this tent and leave the 
Candy Rabbit alone!” shouted the 
Monkey. 

^^No ! I want sweet stuff !” bleated the 
bad Goat. 

Then the Monkey jumped off the Goat’s 
back, and, catching up the stick, on which 
he climbed to the top when the string was 
pulled, the Monkey began hitting the Goat 
over the nose with it. 

^^Oh, my nose! My soft and tender 
nose!” bleated the Goat, as he ran out of 
the tent. 


MONKEY IN A SHOW 109 


Thank you, so much, for saving me,’^ 
said the Rabbit to the Monkey, as the 
likely chap climbed back on his stick. 

am very glad I could help you,’’ said 
the Monkey. guess that Goat won’t 
come back in a hurry!” 

And as the Goat ran out of the tent, the 
children, bringing up their other toys to 
have the show, saw him. 

‘^Oh, look at the big sheep!” cried 
Madeline. 

‘^That isn’t a sheep, it’s a goat,” said 
her brother. 

‘‘Oh, maybe he ate my Candy Rabbit!” 
cried the little girl. “I must go and 
look.” 

She and the other children hurried into 
the tent. There were the Monkey and the 
Rabbit safe together. But the children 
did not know what a narrow escape the 
Rabbit had had. 


110 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


By this time Arnold, with the help of 
the other boys, had brought over his Bold 
Tin Soldier and the other men in the army 
company; Dick had brought his White 
Rocking Horse; and Dorothy’s Sawdust 
Doll and Mirabell’s Lamb on Wheels were 
also in the tent. Of course Herbert’s 
Monkey and Madeline’s Candy Rabbit 
were the first to be in the show. 

‘^Now the performance is going to 
start!” cried Herbert, when the brothers 
and sisters were seated on the benches, 
which were made from the boxes Patrick, 
the gardener, had given Dick. ‘‘The show 
is going to start ! All ready !” 

Besides the six children mentioned 
there were others who lived on the same 
street with these six friends. These chil- 
dren had all come to the show. The boys 
and girls brought two pins to get in. 
Those who brought toy animals to act in 


MONKEY IN A SHOW 111 


the show did not have to bring any pins to 
come in. 

‘^The first act in the show!^’ called Her- 
bert, who was the ringmaster, ^^will be 
Mr. Hick riding on his White Rocking 
Horse! Ladies and Gentlemen, see Mr^ 
Dick!^^ 

“Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!’^ cried 
the children, clapping their hands. 

Dick drew his horse out into the middle 
of the tent. Of course if the Rocking 
Horse had been there alone he could have 
trotted out by himself. But, as it was, 
Dick had to drag him. 

Then Dick climbed on the back of his 
white steed, took hold of the reins, and 
cried: “Gid-dap!^’ 

Back and forth rocked Dick on his 
Horse, and, as I have told you in the book 
about this toy, the Horse could move 
along whenever any one was on his back. 


112 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


He moved just as a rocking chair moves. 

Across the middle of the tent rode Dick 
on his Rocking Horse. The little chap 
pretended he was a cowboy, and swung his 
cap around his head, and he even made 
believe lasso wild bulls with a piece of 
clothesline. 

^^Bang! Bang!’’ cried Dick, shooting 
make-believe pistols the way real cowboys 
do. 

^‘Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!” cried 
all the children, for they liked to see Dick 
ride the White Rocking Horse. 

^‘What’s next, Herbert?” asked Made- 
line. 

‘‘Hush, you mustn’t talk in the show,” 
cautioned her brother. “The ringmaster 
is the only one who can talk, and I’m him. 
The next part of the show is the dance of 
the Sawdust Doll.” 

This was Dorothy’s chance, and she 


MONKEY IN A SHOW 113 


came out with her toy. And then and 
there the Sawdust Doll did a funny little 
dance while Mirabell played on a mouth 
organ. Of course Dorothy had to hold 
the Doll and dance around with her, but 
it was as good as if the Doll had done it 
herself, and the boys and girls clapped 
their hands. 

‘‘Isn’t this a wonderful show?” whis- 
pered the Sawdust Doll to the Monkey, 
when she had a chance, as the children 
crowded down to one end of the tent to 
get some cookies Herbert’s mother 
brought out to them. 

“Yes, you did your part very well,” 
whispered back the Monkey. “Do you 
think I shall get a chance to do any of my 
tricks?” 

“Oh, yes,” answered the Doll. “I’m 
sure you’re going to be the best part of 
the show.” 


114 A. MONKEY ON A STICK 


Wlien the cookies were eaten, Herbert 
again took the part of ringmaster. 

^^The next thing in the show will be a 
fight with the Tin Soldiers,’’ said Her- 
bert. ^^Mr. Dick will take half of them 
and Mr. Arnold will take the other half, 
and there will be a battle right here in the 
tent.” 

Dick and Arnold divided the Tin Sol- 
diers between them, and set them in two 
armies on one of the big box tops. Then 
the tin fighters were moved backward and 
forward, just as in real battle. 

‘‘Bang! Bang!” Arnold would shout. 
“Bang ! Bang !” Dick would answer, and 
so the make-believe guns were fired. The 
Bold Tin Soldier Captain was moved to 
and fro, and so were the privates, the Cor- 
poral and the Sergeant. 

“Now the fight is over,” said Herbert, 
after a while. “We’ll make believe both 


MONKEY IN A SHOW 115 


sides won, ’cause it will be nicer that way. 
And you can take the soldiers away, Ar- 
nold, ’cause next is going to be a race 
between the Candy Rabbit and the Lamb 
on Wheels.” 

“Oh, my Rabbit can’t race with the 
Lamb!” objected Madeline. “The Lamb 
is too big.” 

“Yes, I guess that’s so,” admitted her 
brother. “Well, then the next part of the 
show,” he cried in a loud voice, “will be 
when the Candy Rabbit rides around the 
ring on the back of the Lamb on Wheels.” 

“Oh, that will be nice,” said Mirabell, 
blowing a kiss to her woolly Lamb. 

The two girls left their seats and took 
their places in the middle of the tent. 
Mirabell tied a string to her Lamb and 
then Madeline took her Candy Rabbit and 
held him on the fleecy back of the Lamb. 

Around and around the little grass ring 


116 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


in the tent rode the Candy Rabbit on the 
back of the Lamb, and the boys and girls 
thought it was a very nice part of the 
show. One of the Lamb’s wheels squeaked 
a little where she had caught rheumatism 
after her ride down the brook. 

^^And now we come to the last act!” 
said Herbert. ^‘This will be some tricks 
by my Monkey on a Stick.” 

‘H’m glad my chance has come at last,” 
thought the Monkey to himself. ‘‘I must 
do my best!” 

The Monkey had got back on his stick 
himself after he had driven the Groat out 
of the tent, and now the funny chap was 
all ready to do whatever Herbert wanted. 

^‘The first trick,” said the little boy 
ringmaster, ^‘will be turning a front 
somersault!” 

He pulled the string, up the stick went 
the Monkey, and then and there, before 


MONKEY IN A SHOW 117 


the crowd of boys and girls in the tent, the 
lively fellow turned a somersault head 
over tail. 

^‘Hurray! Hurray!’’ cried Dick and 
the others, clapping their hands. 

^‘The next trick,” went on Herbert, 
will be when my Monkey turns a back 
somersault.” 

Once more the string was pulled. TTp 
the stick shinned the Monkey, and, when 
he reached the top, he turned a back 
somersault. Of course this was harder 
than a front one, and the boys and girls 
clapped all the more. 

^‘And now. Ladies and Gentlemen!” 
cried Herbert, just like a real ringmaster 
in a real circus, ^^the next trick will be 
when my Monkey does a flip-flap-flop!” 

And, indeed, that was a very hard trick 
to do. But the Monkey did it when Her- 
bert pulled the string, and all the boys 


118 A MONKEY ON A STICK 


and girls said it was fine, and that the 
show was one grand affair. 

The Monkey did several other tricks, 
and then Herbert’s mother, outside the 
tent, called, just like a circus vendor: 

‘^Here’s your pink lemonade! Here’s 
your pink lemonade!” 

And, as true as I’m telling you, she had 
made a big pitcher of sweet lemonade for 
the children, and had colored it pink with 
strawberry juice. 

‘^Oh! Ah! Um!” said the boys and 
girls, and, really, I think the lemonade was 
almost as good a part of the show as the 
tricks of the Monkey, the fight of the Tin 
Soldiers, or the dance of the Sawdust 
Doll. 

‘ ^Well, the show is over. I wonder what 
will happen next,” said the Lamb on 
Wheels to the Bold Tin Captain. 

^ ‘Maybe the children will have an- 


MONKEY IN A SHOW 119 


other,” said the Monkey. ‘‘But, while we 
have the chance, I would like to talk to 
my friends the Sawdust Doll, the Bold Tin 
Soldier, the White Rocking Horse, and 
all the others.” 

And so the toys talked among them- 
selves, and told of their different ad- 
ventures, just as I have told you in the 
different books. And they all said the 
Monkey was very brave to have driven 
away the bad Goat as he had done. 

“I^d like to know what the Calico Clown 
is doing all this time, since we came away 
from the toy store,” said the Monkey, 
after a while. 

“So would I,” put in the Sawdust 
Doll. “I wonder if anything has hap- 
pened to him.” 

And as perhaps you children are won- 
dering the same thing, I have decided to 
make the next book about that funny chap. 


120 K MONKEY ON :A; STICK 


The volume will be called ^^The Story ef 
a Calico Clown/’ He had many wonder- 
ful adventures to tell about. 

As for the Sawdust Doll, the Lamb on 
Wheels, the White Rocking Horse, the 
Candy Rabbit, the Bold Tin Soldier and 
the Monkey on a Stick, why, they had 
some strange adventures, too, and they 
took part in another show. But this is all 
I have to tell you just now about the 
Monkey on a Stick, except to say that he 
lived for many years with Herbert and 
Madeline, and had many happy times. 


THE END 


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